The fire which smoulder'd in those aged eyes Leapt flamelike o'er that kingly countenance, With ruddier lights than frore antarctic skies Take on at sunset, and his burning glance The wintry years did swiftly exorcise. And as a boy, in youth's exuberance, Sniffs with keen zest the breeze of coming war, So courted he the conflict from afar. |